#ive had this idea for a while but the last time i tried i hated it

[rottengurlz]

That guy

[puppmeo]

Have you ever been assumed to be romantically attracted to someone and even just the thought of that makes you want to throw up . Anybody

[arolesbianism]

I should rly start eternal gales posting again I need to make sure the ppl who follow me know how much Tali and Aris make me to insane so that the isat au can have its full effect but alas I am allergic to drawing the human eg cast like 99% of the time and rn the only thing stopping that from being 100% is that I like fucking around with different art styles sometimes

[lewisvinga]

my strong girl | lewis hamilton x fem! chronically ill! reader

summary; after an incident during a race, y/n is sent to the hospital and is upset about missing his race after not attending races for months. fortunately for her, lewis is always understanding

fc; various girls on pinterest

word count; 1k

warnings; hospitals, needles, fainting

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note; requested ! lewis was so close to a podium i actually was so upset🙁🙁🙁 anyways, i tried to combine a few of the ideas into this without it being superrrr hectic

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“Are you sure you want to come? You don’t need to feel pressured to do so.” Lewis asked in the soft tone that always brought Y/n comfort.

She sighed as he helped her put on her blue Ralph Lauren cardigan. “I’m sure, Lew. I don’t want to miss your home race.” She huffed, watching him grab her white golden gooses.

“Just be careful today. I hate that I can’t be around you the whole time.” Lewis quietly said. He helps her out on her shoes, securely tying the white laces.

“I know, I’ll be careful. I promise.”

Y/n really tried her best to be careful. She only walked a few minutes to grab stuff around Lewis’ driver's room. If she went longer distances, she used her wheelchair and one of the girlfriends of the drivers would happily walk by her side to accompany her.

While Lewis was doing media duties before the race, she hung out with Carmen and Lily. The two girls had lunch but Y/n wasn’t hungry so she decided to not eat. A big mistake for her.

She could only chat with Lewis for a few minutes before he had to get into his car. A couple of good luck kisses later, and his car was being driven out of the garage for the warm-up lap.

Silverstone was always special. It was Lewis’s home race and most importantly, his last home race with Mercedes. He was starting in pole after a fantastic qualifying session. The rainy weather allowed him to push the car to its limits.

Y/n started to feel a bit strange, like something was up but she ignored it for anxiety as the race began. Lewis had a fantastic start to the race and maintained being in first.

Around halfway through the race, Y/n felt well enough to get up from her wheelchair in the usual spot in the back of the garage. Although she usually refrained from walking due to getting tired so easily as a result of her illness, she decided that she felt well enough to at least a couple of steps in.

It was the final five laps and Lewis was still in first with a large gap between him and Charles, his future teammate, who was in second. However, instead of feeling joy about the British driver leading the race and being close to his 104th win, she started to feel like something was off.

Y/n needed to sit back down but her wheelchair was in the farthest corner of the Mercedes garage. Carmen had called out her name in concern but it sounded muffled as she struggled to stand upright. Before she knew it, everything went dark.

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The sound of beeping and the feeling of a familiar pair of fingers rubbing over her hand was what Y/n first noticed as she gained consciousness. The bedsheets crinkled as she slowly moved around, hearing a soft shush as she whined.

“Easy there, my love.”

Her eyes fluttered open and she’s met with Lewis’s deep brown eyes. She immediately noticed he was in a pair of sweats with a trophy sitting by his side.

“Did I miss it?” She asked with a raspy voice. She knew the answer of course. A wave of guilt washed over her. Lewis immediately noticed her furrowed-up eyebrows as she glanced at the iv sticking out of her hand.

“I care more about whether or not you’re okay, my love.” He sighed, gently cupping her cheek to make her look at him. “This win was for you, my strong girl.”

“Not strong enough to last 5 minutes standing up.” Her angry mumble made him let out a chuckle. He leaned over and softly kissed her cheek.

“Doctors said you had low blood sugar. You hit your head, no concussion but they want to keep you here overnight just in case something happens due to your illness.”

Y/n huffed at the mention of staying overnight at the hospital. Sure, she was used to it due to her illness, but she just wanted to be in the comfort of her home in the arms of Lewis. Her furrowed-up eyebrows made him laugh again.

She hadn’t noticed an overnight back resting next to the first-place trophy on the ground. He reached for it and pulled out a sketchbook, a few tubes of paint, and a couple of paintbrushes. Her previous furrowed-up eyebrows immediately relaxed. She relaxed back into the pillows as he opened up the sketchbook to an empty page.

Painting was once a passion of Y/n. She has grown quite a large platform for her work. She adored being able to translate everything in her mind onto a canvas with the stroke of her paintbrush.

Unfortunately due to her illness causing pain in her hand joints, she had to give up the intricate paintings. On occasions when she found herself stuck in the hospital, Lewis would always bring her sketchbook. Although she couldn’t do the once complex strokes and liked, she could do a simplified version.

“Lew,” Her voice was soft and frail. Her hand reached out to grasp his. “You didn’t have to do this. You should be celebrating your win.” She mumbled, slowly reaching over to tuck a braid that had fallen out of his ponytail behind his ear.

“Nonsense,” Lewis looked up at her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “I much rather be relaxed and painting here with you than be out with drunk people who only want to be around me for the pictures.”

Y/n sighed as the corner of her lips curled into a smile. He handed her a paintbrush before squeezing a couple of colors on the small plastic palette he had brought. He leaned over, cupping her cheek in pulled her in close. He gently kissed her plump lips and couldn’t help but smile.

“I love you, my strong girl.”

“And I love you, my 104x race winner.”

[valsvalentine]

The other woman

·˚ ༘summary. A new student joined the school; seeming pretty friendly you had all decided to befriend the girl and let her in on your fun. However the girl wasn’t as friendly and nice as you thought she was, soon finding out that people can be a bit two faced.

·˚ ༘genre. angst

·˚ ༘warning. not proof read

part I .. part II .. part III .. part IV

Things have been strange ever since your last hang out with Yuji. He’s given the kinds of signals that he might like you but then would act like he only thought of you as a friend. Nobara tried asking him about you, but the responses were typically something along the lines of “She’s cool.” or “She’s fun to be around.” which didn’t help your case.

Weeks passed and you kept hanging out, sometimes even just the two of you which never failed to be anything less then fun. You got along quite well as yourself and even as your anonymous persona, which confused you even more. Would he be dissapointed if he found out it was you?

You walked into the school like usual, only this time you weren’t as cheery or bubbly as you usually were which was strange. Nobara and Maki noticed almost instantly, which got them to interogate you like parents afree you went out with a boy for the first time. ‘Okay you need to sit down and tell us what’s weong cuz this is not our Y/N.” Nobara says sternly and slides over your favourite soda to cheer you up. Maki throws you a candy bar and ruffles up your hair with a concerned look. “Yeah kid you look horrible.” She says in a joking manner but earns a glare from Nobara. You smile lightly at the two girls trying their best to comfort you, sometimes hating how well they know you and that nothing just slides past them so easily. “I don’t know I’ve just been thinking lately.” Nobara lifts a brow and urges you to continue. “About?”

“Yuji.” Maki finishes and you instantly look at her with a taken aback expression. “Eh? How do you know?” You whine, your leg bouncing up and down out of pure habit. “I just know you too well.” Maki said casually and sat down on your right while Nobara sat on your left.

And finally that broke you. You told them everything, showed them all of the messages and how you felt. Everything came pouring out at once and they let you collect your thoughts patiently. Tears threatened to spill out of your eyes yet nothing came out because you were too embarrassed to cry in front of hundreds of students.

Maki glanced at Nobara, and the two exchanged a knowing look before Maki got a ‘bright’ idea; "Why don’t you try being more direct? You’ve got nothing to lose you know?” You looked at her with a ‘seriously’ kind of look before throwing your hands around like crazy as you spoke. “Are you insane? Are you trying to embarrass me?” You said and started rambling on and on about how that was not a good idea and why keeping your anonymous persona would be a hundred times better and that things would get better in no time. Nobara and Maki just sighed, letting you live in your delusions for a little while longer, knowing damn well they’d pull you out of that mess if it meant you were going to get hurt. They cared for you, they truly did and they wouldn’t just sabotage you to make you hurt more.

You all walked to your class after eating lunch, talking about a supposedly new student joining all the way from Osaka. “Why do you guys think she transferred?” Nobara whispered, turning in her seat to face you and Maki who were sitting behind her. But before you could answer the teacher burst in along with the new girl.

You soon learned that the girls name was Emiko. She was tall, with long black hair and an air of confidence that immediately drew everyone's attention. A hoard of whispers started to fill the room before the teacher quieted the class down and introduced her more thoroughly. She looked pretty mature and level headed— maybe having a new classmate wouldn’t be that bad after all?

As the weeks passed Emiko quickly became part of the group, hanging out with everyone at school and soon even outside of school. At first you were ecstatic to have her as a friend since she was always kind and gave everyone food at school or gave them simple compliments; but you noticed she especially did so with Yuji. She’d always be around him and would more so chat with him then with anyone else and always interrupted your conversations whenever you wanted to hang out just the two of you for a while as the group discussed something not so important in your eyes. And soon the nit picking comments, glares, harsh words and fake incidents started. It started off pretty normal; she’d always have something to say about what you did, how you did it, what you wore that day or even what and how much you ate.

“Oh Y/N your hairs a bit messy, do you not have a brush at home? Here let me give you one, okay?”

“Aren’t those jeans from [shop name]? Heard those are pretty cheap. Are they good quality? You know you can always borrow something odd mine though I’m not sure if they’ll fit you since you’ve gotten such an appetite lately!”

“That looks wrong let me help you! It’s okay some people are just pretty slow at this. Maybe try considering a tutor? Can you afford that?”

It was like she had a problem with just you and Nobara seemed to notice first. Maki soon became suspicious of the girls behaviour and would sometimes snap back to shut her up. “Maybe she doesn’t find those expensive rags you wear as likeable as you do?” “Why shouldn’t she be able to afford it?” “Her hair is just fine like what are you even talking about?” Yet she’d always find a way to make it sound like she’s only helping out a friend.

Then came the gaslighting and manipulation. She’d pry information out of you to later use against you, even getting you to tell her about your little crush on Yuji and how you’ve been dealing with it; that being the anonymous texting. What could go wrong? She’s someone you can trust, right?

Soon winter came and everyone was gettinf ready to celebrate the upcoming holidays; the school organizing a kind of winter dance. You wanted to ask Yuji to go with you, planning out the whole day and how your ‘proposal’ would go. Little did you know someone had already asked the pink haired boy; Emiko had asked him the day before you without you knowing and Yuji had agreed, thinking nothing of it since he thought it would only be as friends. He kindly declined your proposal, apologising profusely for letting you down and you could do nothing more but just walk away and find your friends to plan that special say with them.

You all went shopping for dresses and suits, you getting a nice winter themed dress while the others bought something on theme as well. You all had a lot of fun that day, even Emiko seemed especially kind that day which was nee but welcome. Nobara found it a bit suspicious, you, Maki and Nobara calling later that day to discuss the matter. “Don’t you think she was a bit off today?” Nobara said as she put on a face mask. You shrugged, brushing your wet hair and getting some of the jewellery you wanted to wear ready for tomorrow. “Don’t know, she was pretty cool today which is a nice change.” “N/N people don’t just change overnight, I don’t know it just seems pretty weird.” Maki said and Nobara nodded; “Yeah and especially not after praying on your down fall for the whole time she’s been here!” You chuckles a bit at the statement, shaking your head. “Maybe she had a change of heart?”

The day of the dance you all got ready and met up half an hour sooner to get a ride to school. It was hosted to be at 6pm and would be ending at around 9 which was long enough for you all to have fun together. You danced, sang along to songs and ate to your hearts content; the school doing an exceptionally great job with the food and drinks. Your night couldn’t have been better until you went out for fresh air; accidentally hearing Emiko’s and Yuji’s conversation.

“I’m the one that has been messaging you anonymously for a while now, and I thought today would be the best time to finally confess!” She said and tucked a peace of her hair behind her ear.

“But you joined our school just a few months ago? How did you get my number?” He asked suspiciously and backed away from the girl, clearly quite uncomfortbale.

“Well I came here during the sport event to see what your school was like and.. I saw you! I asked around, one thing lead to another and I got your number!” She said enthusiastically and if you weren’t the one that was behind this, you would’ve believed her.

Yuji looked shocked to say the least, well shocked enough that he didn’t care to ask for proof and believed her, not looking as happy as he thought he would be. Would he be more upset if it was you? Maybe it was good she took the credit, she saved you from the embarrassment that could’ve came with you confessing. Yeah.. everything would be fine.

That day you left the dance early without a word, waking up the next day to hundreds of texts and missed calls from Nobara, Maki and a few others. You typed a quick message into your groupchat on instagram and put your phone away. Finally the holidays were here but everything felt different then usual. It wasn’t as relaxing or exciting to be free of school for a few days like it usually was, now it just felt empty. There were no emotions left for you to pour out, there were no more tears able to fall from your red puffy eyes, no more screams and hateful words were able to fall out from your sore throat so you just layed there in your own misery that you’ve created.

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[runningfrom2am]

leveling the playing field IV

summary: you didn't meet the requirements for the plinth prize, only to find out that you're not just missing out on that- you're missing out on the opportunity of a lifetime. your friend wants to help, because maybe you can help each other.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 2.5k

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do, kind of). implications and discussion of abuse, so read with caution!!

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The following days were full of a new routine. Every morning, take pain medication for your now neverending migraine, gather food for Lucy Gray and the Snow's, check in with Jessup and redress his bite as best you can, go to the hospital and be denied visitation to Coryo, go to class, and then start the cycle again that afternoon. You were getting burnt out, and quickly- your parents were displeased that you weren't home as often. Their patience was wearing thin.

If you were honest with yourself, your patience was also wearing thin. You were catering to Lucy Gray, which of course you agreed to do, but in the case that she wins the games, the Plinth Prize would not be going to you. It would still go to Coriolanus- and he was in the hospital doing nothing but recovering. Which was good. You remind yourself several times a day that you are happy to help because at least he isn't dead.

The sun is setting when Coriolanus wakes up again, this time feeling less groggy. He's been in and out the last few days, most of it as a blur due to the pain medication that has been pumping into his system through an IV for the last few days. He does vaguely remember waking up to eat as much as he could stomach, talking to Clemensia, maybe, unless he was hallucinating, and telling a nurse to stop letting you in when he kept seeing covered plates and glass containers showing up with more food. It had to have been you, and while he was grateful for it, he loathed the idea of you pitying him.

Tigris and Sejanus were both present, now, and despite telling the staff to not let you in, he's more than a little disappointed you are not there. He furrows his brow, attempting to pull out the tube from his hand. "Hey, hey-" Tigris stops him, shaking her head out of confusion. "What are you doing?"

"I'm fine. I'm better." He insists, pushing her hand away.

"I need to go check on Lucy Gray..." He mumbles, shaking his head.

"Y/N is with her. She's fine." Sejanus tells him, standing by the end of the bed.

"Now? What time is it? How do you know?"

"Well, the interviews will start in an hour or so." His friend explains.

"An hour?" Coriolanus asks, now more frantically pulling out the tube with a hiss. He has to be there, he has to go introduce Lucy Gray. He didn't even consciously realize time was passing while he was there.

"No, Coryo, you can't go. Y/N can handle it." Tigris says, trying to calm him.

"Sejanus, are you going?" He asks, ignoring his cousin completely.

Sejanus looks down, shaking his head and twisting his fingers out of nervousness. "No, uh, Marcus escaped. He's gone."

Coriolanus was disappointed- he was hoping he would be able to hitch a ride with him. He'll have to run- though it isn't too far.

"Okay, well, I'm going." He insists, grabbing a pile of clean clothes that Tigris had brought for him the day previous.

Tigris gives up on trying to stop him, and Sejanus hasn't really attempted to. He knows that you would be happy to see him if he is feeling well enough to go. Watching you in class, constantly jittery and even a little pale, made it evident that you needed Coriolanus, or you were worried, at the very least.

Thankful for the morphing he still had in his bloodstream, he makes it to the studio in time for Lucy Gray's interview, even with a few minutes to spare. As soon as he sees you, he can tell that you've been struggling. The bags under your eyes couldn't be hidden by makeup, nor could your healing bruises from the bombing that were now turning a shade of green that would typically make him ill. Scattered as well among them were some darker ones, purple ones, around your elbow and on your wrist. Regardless, you're smiling- talking in a hushed tone to Lucy Gray.

You're opening your brother's guitar case, carefully lifting it out of the velvet that surrounded it when you see Coryo walking toward you, and you're immediately abandoning your effort to stand up and greet him. "Coryo? What are you doing here?" You ask, excitement fading into worry.

"I wouldn't miss it." He smiles politely, adjusting his cuffs.

You sigh, finding the effort to match his smile. "You made it." Lucy Gray grins at him, brushing over her face with a cloth you offered her, a small effort to clean up the dirt and grime that clung to her skin in the zoo.

"Well, I got her a guitar. It's my brothers." You quickly move on, already feeling comforted by his presence alone. You grab it, holding it out to him as Lucy digs into the makeup that you had brought for her to borrow, hoping to add some life back into her face.

He takes it, looking over the polished wood and the brand-new strings. "Thank you. And it's tuned? Working order?"

"Tip top shape." You promise with a nod. "I had it professionally looked over this morning."

"You're a dream." Coryo praises you, making you blush. "Thank you, Y/N. Truly."

"It's my job."

Lucy Gray did amazing in her performance- and everyone loved it. She received the most donations by a long shot, which will allow Coriolanus to help her in the arena. As much as he can without changing her abilities to defend herself or fight, anyway.

You had made it home shortly after, returning your brother's guitar and having a shower before practically crawling into bed. Finally, you feel like you may be able to get a good night's sleep. Coryo is home, and even though you have an early morning, you'll be able to relax enough to rest.

That is, until you hear something snapping against the window next to your bed. You try and ignore it, covering your ears with your pillow, but the tapping persists.

You flick on your lamp and hesitantly pull back the curtain, peeking out to track the source of the noise. It was only a moment before your eyes landed on Coryo, who waves when he can see you in the window. You rub your eyes, squinting from the light and sliding the window open.

"Coryo?" You ask, confused as to why he's here.

"Come down, bring your notebook." He whispers loud enough for you to hear, but his voice is still soft enough to not wake anyone else in your house. "And a coat, it's quite cold."

You sigh. "Okay. Give me two minutes." Apparently, rest isn't a part of your evening plans.

You follow alongside him all the way to the arena, already set up to host the Hunger Games in the morning.

"Woah..." You gasp, walking into the same clearing you had just days before, but now it looked like a whole new place. "Okay. This we can work with." You smile a little to yourself, not noticing Coryo training his eyes on you.

He watches as you walk ahead of him, immediately toward the center of the large room as you scribble in your notebook. You wanted to get down as many details as possible, every new pile of debris or hole that could offer a place of refuge for Lucy Gray. Coriolanus wants to focus on the task at hand, but this is the first time he's been around you without the prying eyes of classmates or adults in a long time. You were never alone, he almost always was outside of school.

Walking up next to you, the light from the moon hits your hair and the side of your face as you look around, hardly glancing at the book in your hand. "Are you..." He starts, being reminded of what he noticed on the walk over but wouldn't dare to mention.

"Hm?" You prompt him to continue, drawing your attention to the boy in front of you now and lifting your pen to your mouth, biting onto it while you shake out a cramp in your wrist.

"Are you wearing makeup?" He asks, leaning in slightly to get a closer look.

"Excuse me?" You laugh awkwardly after grabbing the pen once more, taking a small step back. "Certainly your grandmother taught you its unbecoming to ask a lady such a question."

He chuckles slightly, looking away from you. "Bold of you to assume I consider you a lady." He jokes.

You gasp in mock offense, playfully smacking his arm. "How dare you!" You can't help but laugh. Now you remember why you were friends. Or why you considered him a friend, and why he believed that he was merely tolerating you. In reality, he didn't have to bring you. He could have come on his own, but why should he when you would be willing to accompany him? You're known for your attitude, your brashness, and he admired your unwavering ambition- whatever you wanted you would get. Not just because of your family name, either. You were willing to work for it, to fight for it.

Coriolanus was walking a fine line between desiring your presence and his own indifference. Now, surpassing a mere tolerance of you, this change scared him. "I know what you look like, you know. It's the middle of the night, there was no use wasting our time with putting on makeup." He says, not wanting to let on his own intrigue on the topic.

"I would argue that you don't, not since we were fourteen, anyway." You reply, dipping your head to get back to your sketching. "It's more of a force of habit."

His closeness allows him to grab your chin between his thumb and forefinger, gently but firmly lifting your head back up to get a better look at you. Your eyes widen, your heartbeat increasing with a mix of fear and embarrassment.

His eyes bore into you, into every part of your face as if your skin would somehow tell him the full story. You can't bring yourself to speak, just waiting for him to find the answers he wanted.

"Is it your father?" He asks, looking into your eyes now, his grip loosening on your chin.

You take a quick step back. You were aware that he knew something, he was the only one who tended to stare too long at your skin wherever it was exposed ever since you were thirteen and he asked what happened when you came to school with a bruise on your cheek. Notably more so after your essay last year that rewarded you with only a B.

"I won't tell anyone." He says, and your own voice echoes in your mind after telling him the same thing just the other day at your house. "I would have by now if I was going to."

"Why do you care?" You bite back, defensiveness being your go to weapon in a war of self-preservation.

He wants to spit at you that he doesn't, but that's a lie he couldn't even dream of in this moment. You'd storm out, probably never talk to him again, and that idea hurt him. "I want to help you."

"Well, not much anyone can do now is there?" You reply, attempting to move on. "Let's look around." You try and change the subject, give yourself an outlet to walk away, but this doesn't work as Coryo is grabbing your wrist, stopping you from taking another step.

"You can help by ignoring it." You sigh, his blue eyes just staring as he scrambled to find the right thing to say. "By not treating me like I'm going to break at every turn. How does that sound?"

He opens his mouth to speak but he doesn't, slightly shaking his head. He wants to release his grip on your wrist, tense and tight with urgency, but how could he without giving you the idea he thinks he's hurting you? He slides his hand into yours, holding his breath. "I apologize. It's not what I intended."

Now it's your turn to be speechless, staring down at your hands locked together.

"I just wanted to keep you safe." He explains, dancing around the idea even in his own mind that maybe he cares for you more than he should. "After Arachne, and after Clemensia, and now the Ring twins and Felix still fighting in that hospital bed it's so obvious to me that we are far from safe in this. We always were."

Your brow furrows. "What happened to Clem?"

"Dr. Gaul..." He takes in a deep breath. "One of her experiments, Clemensia has been in the hospital for days and she has these scales growing all over her and I thought I watched her die and then you almost died and-"

"Hey, hey, woah-" You cut him off, stepping closer again and not daring to drop his hand as he begins to crumble in front of you. "I'm still here, aren't I?"

He just nods, attempting to swallow back the fear in his voice.

"Okay. So, we've made it this far. You'll get that prize, we'll move on. Next year it will be someone else's problem. You will be safe." You say, squeezing his hand gently. "We're almost done, just a few more days."

His mouth is dry, and despite his heart racing, he knows you are right. After tonight, you won't be face-to-face with the tributes again. Neither of you will be in harm's way anymore, at least, not due to the games. Life will return to normal for you, and he will claim the prize he is owed and his life will change for the better. You won't be bringing him food every day, and you won't both be stressing over how to best prepare Lucy Gray. The tightness in his chest returns as his thoughts devolve- will he miss you?

It catches you off guard when he pulls you into a hug. Tight, panicked, heavy under the weight of all the tragedy and grief the two of you walk around with day to day. There is no one who gets him quite like you do. This time, he rests his chin on your head as your arms wrap around his waist, hands overlapping on his back. No, it's not enough. He tilts his head down so he can feel the warmth of you on his cheek, holding you tight as he takes in the scent of your hair. It's not roses, not like his mother's powder or what's left of her clothes in the Snow apartment, it's fresh. The smell of whatever soap you use doesn't demand to be noticed and inhaled, it's mostly full of you. Raspberries. That's it- it's raspberries mixed with you.

"We're almost done..." You whisper again, gently rubbing his back now in reassurance. He wonders, could you not feel the weight of everything? Of both of your entire lives barreling toward you all at once? Of course not. You were Y/N Y/L/N, you could only feel the pain of others; altruism drips out of every ounce of your being despite your habit of lashing out. Of course, you couldn't see it. You only saw him right now. Not his fear of losing you.

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[cloudyskydreams]

SO on period UT,UF,US,HT!

Ive had this sitting in my notes for awhile wasn't super proud of it still ain't but I wanted to post something, I just had to slap the HT brothers on and boom new post.

Also I've been wanting to write swapfell but I don't know the difference between that and fellswap or really their personalities cause it's so different for each fanfic so if someone could pls explain 🙏

Anyways here y'all go hope you enjoy!

Undertale:

Sans: I feel like sans is pretty knowledgeable so you didn't have to explain it to him. He takes it pretty maturely it's a natural part of life. The puns the horrible puns. He has so many specifically for this time of the month. He's always got your comfort snack on hand in his jacket pockets. He doesn't really change much he'll get off his ass if you ask him to but he sticks by your side mostly and lazes out cuddled with you while watching shows. Pretty good at getting products and snacks you might like he likes to get you some new snacks to try with him and he's good at guessing what you might like.

Papyrus: This man is prepared. After you tell him what it is he researches it and WOWIE he wishes he just asked you to explain but now he's over prepared with knowledge! He has hot water bottles and weighted blankets at the ready. Any snacks you want, heck you want a whole meal? He's on it and it's prepared with extra love. He carries around your products for you and always has pain medicine in his bags. Pretty good at picking them up from the store too and has no shame getting them.

Underfell:

Red: You gotta explain it to him and this man is bewildered for a bit. ya bleed from there for how long??? every month?! He's a little impressed?? Last he checked humans weren't supposed to lose huge amounts of blood but you're treating it like it's a normal thing. After he gets over his initial shock he'll try and help the best he can which is a little awkwardly. He makes a little nest for you out of blankets and pillows and makes sure you're comfortable. He and his magic run warm so he'll lay on your stomach and cuddle to help with cramps, pet his head and he might purr. He's pretty confused about products def one to send Babe what's your pussy size.

Edge: He's aware, he's done his research on his own when you were ovulating about the human "mating cycle". Not a fun experience but he takes it in stride. He listens to what you need and trys to deliver. Massages for sore muscles and heating pads for cramps. He'll make you comfort food while you relax watching a show and join you afterwards for some cuddles. He's pretty good at getting products for you and takes the ones you like into consideration but he's always looking for better healthier alternatives for you.

Underswap:

Stretch: Knows about it (blue taught him when he found out and Stretch showed interest in humans)and is a little awkward(traumatized from the talk with Blue). Hate to say it Stretch doesn't really know what to do he's not grossed out he just doesn't know how to handle it. He tries his best to be comforting giving snacks, heating pads, and cuddles. He's so awkward going to the store to get products plays it cool but has no idea what he's doing and definitely gets the wrong thing after his mind blanks while staring at all the products for too long. You just gotta train him he'll get better.

Blue: Also knows and he's handling it alot better. He takes it in stride and understands the biggest part is you're uncomfortable and he's going to do his best to help with that. He takes care of chores you don't want to do, makes you comfort meals, and always has a heating pad ready. Has so many two player comfort games lined up for you guys, he has stuff to do but most of his work stuff can be done at home! Which means he'll just be a shout away if you need anything . Pretty good at getting products and is one to carry some around in his bag just in case when you guys go out.

HorrorTale:

Axe: You have to explain it to him… Multiple times. He's confused as to why you smell like blood, he likes the smell but he's confused for a bit until he writes a note about it. He will not remember which products to get unfortunately. He's so confused staring at them you'll have to instruct him very clearly over a call and he still probably grabs the wrong one. Cuddles are supreme he's a giant so he'll engulf you in his form and his purrs practically shake your whole body. It's like a free massage chair whenever you want. He sticks closer by your side during this time of month knowing blood means your wounded and his protective urges flare up.

Willow: You'll also have to explain it to him and he's extremely worried when he smells blood. Even more so when he learns how long you bleed, he knows how much blood a human can loose and it worries him you're losing so much. After you explain it's a normal thing and a part of life he calms down slightly. He cleans and cooks a lot when stressed or worried so you constantly have something to munch on and you don't have to worry about any chores. He stays over stocked up on supplies, he doesn't like going out in public very often but for this he will because he deems it important enough. It's why he stocks up so much when he goes out. Mother hens over you hard and you might have to pull him into cuddles to get him to relax for a bit.

[k9emote]

And just to add on! I never said my "art" was 100% by me I simply just didn't tell people, hate to say it but ive actually given up on being an artist because of people like you. I've commissioned and gave you money, and your friends money for art yet you still want to complain about me using somthing almost 4 months ago now to help me put food on the table. What you don't seem to understand is ain't nobody gonna tell you their entire life on the internet. You have no idea what a person could be going through yet you still sent your server of over 3000 people after a 15 year old girl who was just trying to enjoy creating something.

To say that I was "suicide baiting" is crazy because when did I EVER mention killing myself.

And one last thing, your sever is a cult. It's also fucking disgusting. A cesspool of brainless children looking for online relationships. You, yourself being included. It's a breeding ground for grooming and such things. You disgust me. The fact I have multiple screenshots of you saying you were "gods favorite lamb" please get a damn life dude. Your mental unwellness actually is a joke. The way you are open about your disgust for fat people is repulsive. You can't blame trauma on everything hope this helps xx

Your words speak for themselves on your character.

I am not disgusted by fat people. My current partner is plus sized. I asked for advice once on our perspective of incredibly unhealthy overweight people, and if feeling sick when seeing them made us a bad person. Our ex was morbidly obese due to her feederism and v0re kink. she bragged about being overweight to us and sexualized it. She wrote fanfics about force feeding us. She fetishized our ED. She roleplayed vore and feederism nightly behind our back with strangers while we were sleeping in vc together. We are working on untainting the mark she left on us, and that process is not for you to discredit or spread rumors about.

I'm not giving you consequences. I am protecting people and safespaces by alerting them of your repeated abusive behavior to keep people safe. The world does not revolve around you. You are receiving NATURAL CONSEQUENCES for being an ABUSIVE LIAR. No matter your age.

Drop the guilt tripping. Tracing over AI you were generating for art trades was not putting money on the table. You "never said the art was 100% yours", are you fucking serious? Your story of being the victim grows every time you speak. You being 15 does not mean you get to do whatever you want and expect nothing but pity. We tried to help. Us and our mods were there for you to vent to even after you admitted to shit talking us in the past. You did this to yourself.

Blacking out your entire profile and sending cryptid goodbyes to my entire staff team, even people you had never spoken to, is suicide baiting. When we blocked you on our main you found our ALT and sent the same short goodbye message. That comes off strongly as implying suicide.

For the love of god I'm not harassing you I'm just not letting you spit on my name using baseless rumors because you're upset you got caught. What the fuck did you think would happen?

I sent NO ONE after you and I am near COMPLETELY confident you have not been harassed. I have said over and over again to not harass you when I put out info on you to ban for members safety. That is NOT harassment. Your victim complex is insane.

Also. My server is not a "cult" and saying that to a survivors face is repulsive. It isn't a word to throw around and you make me sick. Please leave me alone. Stop messaging me. Stop threatening me. Stop lying about me. It will not make people feel bad for you. It will not make you feel better.

[triscishistrionic]

HI SINCE U ARE THE HPD HAVER OF TUMBLR DO U HAVE ANY TRANSHPD TIPS????!!1????!1!??1!1?1!!!?

YES I FUCKING DO!!! /LH NBR POS

I meant to make a master post abt this but, HAVE SOME RN!!!!!!!1!1!1!

TIP 1: Make everything a bigger deal than it needs to be!

Even if something doesnt really interest you a lot, pretend like it does.

If someone says something kind of dry or vague, make it seem interesting!! Use all caps, or if you're irl, talk fast and loud! Say a lot about something that there isnt a lot to say about.

For example, someone says, "I'm hungry." You might sayy, "O MY GOSH, when's the last time you've ate?? We NEED to get you something to eat, what's your favorite food? OOOOO, you know what, mine is actually Graham crackers and I have some on me RNRN, do you want some?? You know you can ask for food from me ANYTIME, riiiight? You're my bestest friend, I'd do ANYTHING for you if you asked really."

If you're irl, MAKE SURE TO GIVE THEM TIME TO ANSWER U BACK IN BETWEEN!! They might be put off if they dont get to talk as well, which is bad!! The goal is to be entertaining enough to keep them around as long as possible, or as long as they're attention is worthy.

TIP 2: Fake your interests and morals to match everyone elses!

Sometimes, you'll find that your opinions or interests are different than everyone else's. This is generally not good, because it can cause conflict with other people, or they might find you angering or unrelatable. Not good for attention seeking!

What you want to do instead is fit in with everyone else's beliefs while still making a statement of your own.

For example, if you find yourself in a group of people who love the musical Hamilton, but you hate Hamilton, you should try to push that aside and fake your love for it! You not only want to be agreeable, but you also want to stand out. For example:

Person A: "Oh my god guys, I watched Hamilton again last night and it was SOOO good."

Person B: "OH MY GOSH yes, it's literally my favotieee musical"

Person C: "oh yeah, me too!"

You: "OH MY GOD GUYS, you have NOOOO idea, I would literally die to go see Hamilton again. I've seen the musical like, 20 times already and it's so GOOD it's LITERALLY like my baby."

Person A: "ITS MY FAVORITE TOO IVE LITERALLY SEEN IT PROBABLY 25 TIMES NOW"

You: "WELL, MY AUNT LITERALLY PLAYS AS ONE OF THE BACKGROUND CHARACTERS IN IT, LIKE IN THE OFFICIAL SHOW THEY DO. SHE HAD LIKE 50,000 PEOPLE WATCHING IT WAS CRAZY, SHE TOLD ME ONE OF THE MAIN CHARACTERS SHE WAS ACTING WITH LITERALLY TRIED TO HIT ON HER TOO DURING THE NIGHT OF THE SHOW."

You can see that person A is a formidable opponent here. Clearly they are a Hamilton lover and extroverted, and tried to one-up you there. But you need to be the BEST, the shining star! You are now the number one Hamilton fan and no one can prove themselves otherwise!

You might need to cut other people off before they start speaking if they're more boring, like person C. The convo will get much less exciting if they have more room to talk, and they're attention isnt as valuable as Person A's or Person B's.

Also, you dont need to know *anything* about the musical Hamilton to take the stage in this convo. Just say things that you could say about any musical ever!

I HOPE THESE HELPED, MWWWWAH!!! HAVE A LOVELY DAY ANON, AND HAPPY TRANSITIONING!!! ^w^

[hearts4werka]

NNN day 17 | Coffe and Calculations

“You know, if you throw your laptop across the room, it might make you feel better,”

summary: youve been in a spiral lately and decided to schedule a study session with Matt, while you were still struggling he had already finished all of his work but to not pressure you, he pretended to still have unfinished work by scribbling on a piece of paper but still keeping a close eye on you, asking if you need a break you didn’t want but secretly needed.

warnings: FLUFF & nothing else!

authors note: I have no idea what to put here at all 😭, I know fics have been coming a bit later than they used to but ive been pretty busy lately and not feeling the best but I still want to bring and put out some content for yall and hope you all understand, luv y’all sm and hope y’all enjoy this one

The library was a familiar safe space of silence, broken only by the soft tapping of keyboards and the occasional rustle of paper. I stared at my laptop screen, an endless amount of words and numbers blurring together as I tried to make sense of the textbook PDF open in front of me. My brain felt like it was running a hundred miles per hour yet I was nowhere near my destination. Matt sat across the table with a calm expression displayed on his face, his laptop closed and textbook casually stacked on top. I could see his eyes glancing between his phone and me, a mix of concentration and amusement dancing together across his features. He’d finished most of his work hours ago but was playing the role of the dedicated study buddy.

“Come on,” I muttered under my breath, rubbing my temples. “You can do this.” I could sense Matt’s gaze lingering longer than it usually did. He let out a soft chuckle and I glanced up, shooting him a glare. “What’s so funny?” “Just watching you work so hard. You look like you’re on a mission or maybe trapped in a really boring sci-fi show.” He smirked, clearly trying to lighten the mood. “Very funny, Matt. I feel like I’m in a universe where deadlines are infinite and caffeine is running low.” I groaned, leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms over my chest. “I swear if I don’t finish this tonight, I might just lose it completely.”

He tilted his head, being in deep contemplation as if seriously considering my words. “You know, if you throw your laptop across the room, it might make you feel better,” he suggested, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “But that might also be a good way to get kicked out of the library.” “Yeah and I’d hate to get banned for a laptop homicide,” I shot back, my frustration transferring into a laugh. The absurd of the thought lightened my mood even if only slightly. As I returned my focus to the screen, I could feel the weight of his attention. He was trying not to pressure me but his presence was both a comfort and an annoyance. “If you need a break, just say the word,” he said casually, still pretending to type away.

“I might just need a break like, right now,” I admitted, running a hand through my hair. “But I’ve got to finish at least this section before I can afford to breathe.” “Okay, okay. But don’t think I’ll let you cook that stress away with late night ramen again,” he warned, waving his phone as if it were a weapon. “Last time, I swear, you nearly boiled the water dry while I was trying to figure out how to make instant noodles for dinner.” “Hey, those noodles were an experiment! I like to live dangerously,” I retorted, though I felt a small smile tugging at my lips. Judging by his expression I could tell he was fighting back a grin. “You’re brave for sure. But how about a quick break? Come on, just five minutes?” He was relentless, but not in a bad way. As I hesitated, he stood up and started doing some exaggerated stretches, arms reaching up dramatically while his legs did an awkward dance underneath the study table. His tricks were ridiculous but they always made me laugh. “Alright, you win. Five-minute break it is.” I admitted, shutting my laptop with a satisfying click.

“Now we’re talking!” He beamed, offering me a hand. As we moved to stand, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for him. He might have been done with his work but he was doing something just as important, keeping me grounded and aware that I didn’t have to suffer through this alone. Even if he was doing it while pretending to work. In that library, surrounded by peers lost in their own worlds, we shared a moment, a let off from the overwhelming feeling of academic pressure. And in the middle of the chaos that was our college life, it was all I needed.

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[prodbyton]

i love Sungchan down, but i feel like he's the greatest contender for the "hot, but toxic ex" trope. like he was the woooorst boyfriend ever. i'm talking his toxicity was at its PEAK while y'all were dating. he made you stop seeing your friends bc they were "bad influences", so you only ever spent time with him. actually, you weren't allowed to talk to anyone that wasn't him. even when hanging out with his friends, he got pissed when you even looked their way. you never minded bc he was always so sweet and fucked you so good and said i love you every day.

that was until you caught Sungchan making out with some random girl at a party after he left you alone. you were so angry, but all you could do was cry as he apologized. you two practically lived together at this point, so you had to go home with him. he apologized that night in bed with what was probably the best sex of your life. you forgave him that same night. it took you 3 months to finally break up with him and 5 months to finally get over him. you went out with your friends to celebrate being over him. of course, your luck didn't last long.

when you spotted Sungchan across the club, a cold chill ran up your spine. you hated to admit how good he looked. you tried your best to ignore him as he walked over. he was a lot harder to ignore as he towered above you. he sounded like a broken record repeating how sorry he was and how much he missed and loved you. you acted like you couldn't hear him over the blaring music even though you heard him loud and clear. Sungchan pulled you into the bathroom to talk, but you knew deep down deep in your pussy that there wouldn't be much talking.

his apology lasted all but 5 minutes before he had you bent over the sink, your tight dress pulled up over your ass. it was hard to remember all the awful shit he had done when his hands were gripping your hits so tight. you didn't care about how he cheated on you as he fucked you nearly to tears. that was the first of many apologies from Sungchan that you hid from your friends. every time he apologized, he gained a little bit of your heart back.

-🎀 (shout out to bad idea! by girl in red and bad idea Right? by Olivia Rodrigo for having simlar titles and topics and giving me toxic!ex brain rot 😊)

im so super extremely late replying to this but i LOVE the toxic riize train…

it would be so hard to ignore him, not only for your lack of self restraint when it comes to sungchan but also for him knowing exactly what buttons to press and he's just so hot and so big how could you ignore him. after him bugging you for 10 minutes you finally give into him because maybe if you pretend to hear him out he'll leave you alone. the both of you were a bit drunk, not enough for you to not be aware of your surroundings, but just enough for you to make some not so smart decisions. that's how you end up in the club bathroom.

he pulled all the strings.

i miss you so much. im so sorry, i never wanted to hurt you. give me another chance. ive changed. i want us to be together. i'll be better for you. i want to have a family with you. will you forgive me? will you give us another shot?

all you could do was weakly nod your head, drunk and horny because god, it was so hard to listen to anything he said when he looked like that. maybe he did change, maybe you could give him a chance. but everything had to kept secret because if your friends found out you were fucking your ex who had you quite literally crying and throwing up? you'd get called stupid in every language.

sungchan would fuck you harder than he ever had in that club bathroom leaving you dizzy and unable to walk, so like the gentleman he is he offered to carry you and take you home. (where he would fuck you again)

he would say sorry over and over, and it became a reoccurring thing of him coming over, giving you the fuck of your life until you decided to take him a little bit serious. and if you two get back together it was a secret for the longest time until you were 100% sure you didn’t make a mistake giving him another chance </3

[lottieleers]

casual.

word count: 588

warnings: none

a/n: cross posted on ao3 so if you saw it there first hi again

everytime lottie matthews stepped into laura lees house, she felt an intense wave of shame. seeing all the crosses, the bibles scattered in nearly every room, it made her feel nauseous and lightheaded. to be in such a religious place while being so… sinful made her feel out of place, like a stranger despite the decade and a half shes known laura lee for. the blonde led lottie up to her room, an act that was so familiar it relaxed her slightly, and took a seat on her bed. as laura lee got comfortable, lottie stood there awkwardly before eventually walking over to the record player on the dresser — lottie had gotten her that for christmas four years ago — and putting on the mazzy star vinyl laura lee had bought on their last mall date trip together. there were remnants of lottie scattered everywhere in laura lees room, from the vinyls she had next to her player to her closet where three of lotties old hoodies hung, it made her heart feel heavy. she didn’t know how much longer she could deal with it.

“lottie?” laura lee called out, a small pout on her lips. “you’ve been up here for ten minutes and we still haven’t done anything.”

lottie swallowed nervously, the act a subtle one, before walking over to the bed. “i-i know, lau… b-but don’t you think this is… wrong?”

laura lee looked at her in confusion. “what do you mean ‘wrong?’”

“w-well youre like super religious and i mean i-isn’t it a sin or whatever to kiss other girls?” lottie tried to remember everything she could from her mother’s time as a christian — a short lived thing, really — to use as an excuse to get out of… whatever her and laura lee were doing.

“it’s just practice, lottie, it’s not like we’re… having sex .” laura lee whispers the last part, an act that was incredulously ironic in the moment. “and it’s so we can be good kissers for when we get boyfriends!”

“boyfriends… right…” her voice came out hesitant. if only laura lee knew the truth.

“it’s only casual! it’s what friends do.” laura lee smiles wide. “jackie told me her and shauna practice kissing all the time!”

that made lotties eyes go wide. “practice…? laura lee i dont think theyre practicing…”

laura lee dismissed her words with a wave of her hand before patting the bed next to her “come on, lottie! i think ive almost got the hang of it now.”

she took a deep breath before taking a seat where laura lee had motioned to, her mouth dry and her heart racing. casual? was this casual? was it casual to practice kissing with your hyper-religious crush best friend? do girls do this nowadays? lottie had no idea. she barely had time to get her brain out of panic mode before laura lee kissed her, the action sending her right back to mentally freaking out. her lips were soft — they always were — and tasted like the vanilla honey chapstick she used. she smelled like lavender and her face felt amazing cradled between lotties hands. she hated this. she hated practicing. she hated the idea that laura lee was using her to please a man lottie might never meet. but she loved laura lee. and she would do anything to see her smile, even if that means swallowing down the bile that came up her throat at the thought of pretending like she didn’t wish she was a boy everytime she saw laura lee.

[mistydeyes]

building blocks and alphabet letters

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summary: You and Kyle met in daycare. Contrary to popular belief, he wasn't quite the genius he was today. In fact, the first time he met you dad was when he was shoving toy blocks in his mouth. He hates that story but he'll make an exception for his young daughter who is terrified of school.

pairing: Gaz x fem!Reader (established relationship)

warnings: none :) just some good ol' fluff!

a/n: want more cute fluffy fics of the 141 being dads? I GOTCHU COVERED RIGHT HERE!! dad simon with two daughters has me hooked

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You first met Kyle in daycare school. You couldn't have been more than 2 or so. This daycare took care of kids while their parents worked and tried to teach them something between snack time and playtime. Your father was with you that day and you had to show him what you learned over the school year. As you sat, perfectly pointing out each of the letters of the alphabet, you were distracted by another boy your age. "Honey, look over here," your father beckoned, trying to get your attention. But all you could pay attention to was the kid shoving blocks in his mouth while his mother helplessly tried to stop him.

Kyle hates that story with a passion. Every time you threaten to mention it, he gets red and demands you not to. To you though, it's cute seeing how his ears get pink and how he scrunches his nose. After 18 years of friendship and 7 years of dating, he's gotten used to your antics. This time, the story has a purpose. Instead of a drunk bar story, it's now something to relax your young daughter from her nerves about going to school.

By now your daughter was 4 and was frightened at the idea of leaving your familiar home. She was a spitting image of Kyle and loved the outdoors. You would always tease that Kyle was meant to be a girl dad. He was having a hard time now as he was trying to convince her to go tomorrow. "Ives, we talked about this, you're going to school tomorrow," Kyle began to say and you could see your daughter's lip begin to quiver. Kyle had been home for three weeks now and all your daughter wanted to do was spend time with the both of you. The last few weeks of trips to the cinema, the park, and going out to eat were coming to an end for her and it was apparent she was not happy about it.

"But I want to stay with Mummy and Daddy," she cried as she hugged you both tight. You gave Kyle a look of sadness at your daughter's wails. In between her tears, she choked out, "Daddy's never home I want to be here!" This time when you looked at Kyle, he wore the same expression of sadness.

"Sweetie, did I ever tell you how Mummy and I met?" Kyle asked and she turned to face him. As she wiped off her tears with her small hands, Kyle went into the story. "When I was only 2 years old, my Mummy and Daddy had to go to work and I couldn't stay at home," he began and had your daughter's full attention. She looked at him with her brown eyes and he sat her in his lap. "But it was okay because I met Mummy! She was the smartest kid there and we had so many adventures on the playground," you smiled fondly as he continued. "Mummy can tell you that Grandad thought I was an odd kid because I would shove blocks in my mouth, but Mummy was still my friend." he finished and gave you both a kiss on the forehead. "And look at Mummy and Daddy now! If I never went to school then I would never have met Daddy and we wouldn't have you," you finished and your daughter seemed to calm down. "Okay, only cause you went, I go," she said triumphantly and you three cheered in excitement.

Later that night when you put Ivy to bed, you and Kyle went downstairs to enjoy the rest of the night. "I didn't think you would ever tell her that story," you joked as you sat on the couch. "It was necessary," he replied and you both shared a laugh. "I still have the picture!" you said and scrolled to your phone to find it. In the photograph, sat you and your father smiling with an alphabet book and Kyle in the background, crying as his mother confiscated the blocks. "Never show anyone that," he jokingly threatened as he took your phone away. You got into a pillow fight as you fought over the picture and ended by resting on his chest again. "Mind telling that story again?" you asked and Kyle looked at you, curiously. "Never," he said and crossed his arms childishly. "Oh really? Not even for our second?" you smirked. It took Kyle all of two seconds to realize what you had just said. He embraced you and you told him you found out the news yesterday. As you lay in bed that night, Kyle thanked everything in the universe for letting you meet all those years ago.

[drpeppertummy]

@eructophile BULLYING my little guy

[ID: tags reading "[evil unrealistic brain voice] ok now put him in a bath that's hot enough to make them expand in his guts."]

this is the first thing ive written in 500 years its not very good pwease forgive me

[post-stuffing, bloating, tummyache]

"Alright, I can't eat any more," Morty whispered into the mic. "I was full, like, ten marshmallows ago." He rested a hand on his belly under the table and rubbed it gently, trying to soothe the gurgly queasiness that was blooming in his overstuffed stomach. He'd gone through more marshmallows than anybody had any business eating in one sitting for the sake of ASMR, and he felt like a living couch cushion, stuffed with fluff until his poor belly was firmly filled out. He supposed it wouldn't be a very comfortable cushion, though; it felt taut and hard under his hand.

"Thanks for watching, see you next time…" He rattled off his usual goodbyes, ended the video, and promptly flopped back in his seat with a heavy sigh. Looking down, he saw his full tummy poking out noticeably against the colorful fabric of his oversized sweater. It rumbled unhappily, and he rested both hands on it. He sat there for a few minutes, desperately wanting to leave the uncomfortable wooden chair behind but feeling far too stuffed to move, the silence of the kitchen interrupted periodically by the grumbling and gurgling of his aching tummy and the cold wind blowing outside.

Finally, with a groan, Morty pushed himself out of the chair. His stomach felt a dozen times tighter now that he was standing, and he held it cautiously, unable to hold back a tiny moan of discomfort. Not bothering to touch the lengthy video he'd recorded, he trudged off to the bathroom to run a bath. It was freezing out, and even indoors with his cozy sweater, the sound of the weather outside alone was enough to make him shiver. He hoped a hot bath might help soothe his sore tummy, but if nothing else, it would at least warm him up.

It occurred to Morty that waiting for the tub to fill would be a perfect opportunity to go back and start uploading his video, but now that he was seated on the edge of the tub, slumped against the wall, he simply couldn't find the strength to get up. Finally, though, the tub was as full as his aching stomach, and he clumsily undressed and eased himself in. The hot water enveloped him like a hug, and he let out a soft sigh. Morty hated being cold. If he had the choice, he'd gladly spend all of winter in bed wrapped up in blankets or dozing off in a hot bath. The warmth was comforting on his belly, too, and, after shifting around a little, he laid his head back and closed his eyes.

While the hot water had brought some relief to his overstuffed tummy at first, the comfort didn't last long. As he lay there, submerged save for his bony knees and his head, Morty became aware of an increasing feeling of bloatedness. He held his hands against his belly, brow furrowed with discomfort, and tried to burp. Only a tiny one came up. It didn't help. He tried again, desperate to alleviate the uncomfortable pressure, but to no avail. His stomach let out a strained groan. It felt absolutely stretched to its limit, and only seemed to be getting tighter. It was as if everything inside him was swelling up, expanding and bulging and filling out his already-stuffed tummy until the pressure was too much to handle. He opened his eyes and looked down. His belly pushed out comically from his skinny torso, almost threatening to break the surface of the water.

It finally occurred to Morty that the heat was making the contents of his stomach expand, and he supposed the smart thing to do would be to get out of the bath. The idea of leaving the comfort of the hot water and returning to the chilly air seemed immensely unpleasant, though, and he pondered how much more the enormous mass of marshmallow inside him could possibly swell. He ran a hand over his belly. It was drum-tight, and his stomach felt like it was straining to hold itself together.

Finally, Morty decided he couldn't take it anymore. His tummy felt stretched to bursting, and the discomfort of the cold seemed less daunting now than the discomfort he was currently enduring. Groaning, he pulled himself out of the tub and quickly wrapped himself in a towel, shivering. Leaving his clothes behind, he shuffled quickly to his room and hastily dried himself off before tossing the towel aside to pull on his pajamas. While his sweaters were all a few sizes too big, his pajamas were not, and the soft shirt barely covered his distended belly. He tugged at it, bewildered, then shrugged, wrapped a blanket around his shoulders, and trudged back to the kitchen to deal with his video.

[rassicas]

I think the concept behind Grizz is solid: a Former Bear who inadvertently Ship Of Theseus'd himself into Not Being A Bear Anymore ties neatly into the running theme of Judd and Lil Judd being the Only Mammals left: Mr. Grizz, whatever he is now, no longer counts as a mammal. But in execution... Yeah. They should have focused on the "Ship Of Theseus angle" and the fact that, in his attempts to bring back mammals, he's become more like the organisms that he's trying to destroy.

Ive gotten about a good few dozen comments on YT about this exact thing. but half of them being annoyingly condescending in the process for not bringing up this analysis in my Live (keyword live) reaction of me hating on the bear. i dont think ive really addressed how i feel about this particular thing because of how rude ppl were, but its been a while and youre being nice so long post incoming Anyway yes im very much aware of this 'ship of Theseus angle to grizz, I did see that "in defense of grizz" video. And honestly I do agree it is something about him that has interesting potential if they'd leaned into it more. Much of my distaste with the ending of ROTM is the build up and execution. They made the bear foreshadowing laughably obvious years too early, and then all the poor fools like me who care too much about splatoon's story had faith that "surely the splatoon team, who just made a story as surprising and serious as Octo Expansion, wouldn't handle foreshadowing the identity of their next major villain that badly" took the biggest L. IF the splatoon team had been more blatant that the Judds were the last mammals left throughout the series (the only time it was directly stated that all mammals were extinct before ROTM? in a dev interview. and for years nobody wanted to believe it whenever i tried bringing it up lmao.) if they weren't that on the nose about the bear imagery. if the only solid piece of deception they had about Grizz not being a bear in the entirety of splatoon canon wasn't in a paid artbook... if they were more deceptive about the fact, I'm sure i wouldve been a bit more accepting of the idea of him secretly being a bear from earlier on, and it would've been a cooler reveal. But surface level knowledge should be called into question by looking at the deeper evidence, not the other way around.

The ineffectiveness of the bear reveal is a culmination of Splatoon doing a frankly, bad job at putting whats supposed to be basic, important, worldbuilding knowledge in the game. I think the intended effect of the bear reveal was that the general audience of fans were supposed to have been like "woah, but all mammals are supposed to be all dead holy shit i cant believe hes a bear." and that info was supposed to put a wedge in the bear theories. but when 95% of the player-base anticipating splatoon 3 had no idea that all mammals (except the judds) are supposed to be extinct in the splatoon world and how that's an important part of its worldbuilding up until the announcement of the story mode, if at all...idk man thats pretty bad.

The way the info about mammal extinction was worded in the official news posts sounds like it was supposed to be common knowledge for Splatoon fans, not a surprise like it ended up being.

Anyway back to the execution, it would've been cooler if they'd leaned into that horror element, the fact that he's hardly even a mammal anymore. I think the implication is there. It is cool and fucked up in Splatoon's signature way! But again, I agree it would be better if it was played up or even acknowledged once directly, like in log.exe. Even with all the potential for bear Mr. Grizz to be cool, the years of too-blatant foreshadowing leading to a frustratingly disappointing reveal and the exact annoying plot holes i feared of has permanently soured the concept of him being a bear to me.

[jqmalikhsgib]

astrology

eight

note: this chapter is the only chapter im very specific on the reader being poc (a black woman) i even have photos of what reader hair looks like and a few other details. sorry if you’re uncomfortable reading :(

normally the sun bothered you. you loved rainy days and cold weather. it’s been that way since you were a child. your parents never understood why you hated the sun. during summer, whenever the family got ready for vacation, you complained about going anywhere in the heat.

today though, today was different! today you have your date with aaron. you’ve never been happier to see the sunlight. the first thing you did was giggle to yourself. you walk out of your bedroom. aaron must have heard your door open because he came out of his room right after. aaron walked over to you and wraps his arms around your waist.

“how’d you sleep, sweetheart?”

“i slept pretty great. had a dream about our date.”

“yeah?”

you simply nod your head.

“how did it go?”

“it went perfect! you were a gentleman.”

aaron hums as he kisses your neck. you wrap your arms behind his neck. you bit the bottom of your lips. you felt content in your life. aaron made you feel like a schoolgirl all over again. you haven’t felt this much love in such a long time. aaron made you feel special already. you couldn’t explain it but you knew he was going to last forever.

“can’t wait to turn your dream into an reality. until then, what do you have planned?”

“spence and i are gonna go out shopping a bit. he told me about this book signing! it starts in a few. i should actually get dressed.”

“make sure you’re both safe.”

“promise.” you state with a smile. aaron kissed you gently before you’re back in your room to get ready.

when spencer arrives you both head out quickly. you notice spencer has been looking at you the moment he picked you up.

you turned to look at him as you walk towards the bookstore where the signing was being held. you stop in front of him and playfully glare.

“why are you watching me like you’re profiling me, spence?”

spencer head tilts to the side. “you just seem different.”

“different?”

“yeah. you have this weird glow. what’s going on?”

you just shrug your shoulders before opening the door. he follows you questionably. now he’s really curious what’s going on with you. he’s glad that you’re doing better. you seem to feel so confident. more confident than he’s seen you in a while.

he missed seeing that smile. he missed seeing his best friend feeling free.

“what is it spencer?”

“im trying to figure out what it is.”

you run your fingers over a few books.

“and do you have an idea?”

“i have a guess.”

you knew he knew. you can simply tell by the way he’s smiling. plus he’s spencer. he’s smart! you knew he’d figure it out before anyone else. you expected him to.

“and what is it you guessed?”

“i haven’t seen you smile like that for a long time. ever since i saw you a few years back. if i recall you were seeing this guy. you told me you really liked him. but this, this is different. you’re glowing more, smiling more, laughing more. you have been for the last six months since you been here. ive even noticed an fbi agent. more specifically the unit chief has been quite happy too. he’s even left for lunch a few times. which is something he doesn’t do. he’s also tried to leave the office earlier. from that i can guess that you’re both seeing someone at the same time or you’re seeing each other.”

“okay genius! yes. yes we’re seeing each other. our first dates tonight!”

spencer smiles. “do you love him?”

you nod your head gently. spencer hugs you tightly. “im glad that you’re happy. haven’t seen you this happy in so long. i haven’t seen him happy either.”

you simply roll your eyes.

“don’t think i don’t know you! this was your plan all along! wasn’t it?”

“it wasn’t my plan exactly. i just felt like you both had things in common. i knew you could use someone else shoulder to cry on. and he could use someone else to vent to. you two falling in love was all on you.”

you shake your head. “lets go get this autograph, genius!”

later that night you got ready for your date. you wore a beautiful black dress that you thought showed off your curves. you thanked yourself for getting your hair done a week prior to aaron asking you out. you went for a glossy look with your make up. you absolutely loved what you did.

when you walked downstairs you were met with a knock on the door. your eyebrows furrowed confused. you opened the door and smiled. aaron was standing outside the porch with a bouquet of flowers. he hands them to you.

“thank you, sir!”

aaron looks at you in awe. you were the most beautiful woman he’d seen. he grabs a single braid and puts it behind your ear.

“you look beautiful, honey.”

you smiled hugely. hugging him before walking inside to grab a vase. you put water in it before setting the flowers inside.

“thank you. i—i didn’t know exactly what to wear. you haven’t given me a clue on where we’re headed.”

aaron puts his hands on your waist. he kissed you gently. “it’s perfect. are you ready my love?”

you simply nod your head.

when you arrived at the restaurant your eyes widened. you’ve seen places like this in movies. the most expensive restaurants celebrities go to.

you’ve never thought you’d be able to walk into a place like this.

“aaron,”

“what is it honey?” aaron stands over you with a frown.

“are you sure we’re in the right place?”

aaron smiles. “yes.”

“this place looks expensive!”

“nothing but the best for my girl. come on.” aaron takes your hand. you smile as you walk hand and hand into the restaurant. aaron gives them his name before you’ve been seated.

when you’re seated aaron pulls the chair out for you before going to the seat across from you. he orders you a bottle of wine. he waits patiently for your server to come back.

“you really do look lovely, darling.”

“you look amazing too, aar. like the bow tie. it’s sexy.”

aaron smirks. “sexy, huh?”

“mhm! gives me james bond vibes.”

aaron laughs.

“you got a fetish for men in power?”

you simply bite the bottom of your lip. confirming his suspicion.

“honey?”

“what? it’s just sexy. i can’t explain it. it’s something about a man that’s in control. on top of that you’re like close to a spy ill ever get. i—nevermind.”

“what?”

“this is more of a third date conversation. not a first date.”

“i hate to break it to you, darling. we’re already passed that. we confessed our love to one another.”

you knew he was right. you were just shy. you’ve never been the one to be open when it comes to sex. it’s why your past partners weren’t as good. you never really discussed what you’re into and what is a hard no.

“hey. look at me.”

you look into aaron’s eyes.

“you don’t need to be nervous, baby. tell me what’s going on in that big beautiful brain of yours.”

“ive always had a fantasy. i—past boyfriends never really took full control. i wanna be able to submit to my partner. i don’t know. it’s stupid.” you simply shake your head.

aaron grabs your hand. “hey! don’t do that. it’s nothing wrong with you feeling that way. i understand what you mean, baby. im assuming you feel like you’re always in control?”

“since i was little. i was different than my siblings. they got a little more attention than i did. my brother was more like my mom and sister was more like my father. i was—i wasn’t planned like my brother and sister. sometimes i felt like they only kept me because they felt like they had to. the older i got the more i took care of myself a lot. once i moved around, being a woman alone, i had to be on high alert. i guess i just want to feel less in control.”

aaron nods understandably.

“i get it. we can try that. as long as you let me know what’s too far, baby. i want you to feel pleasure in every way.”

“i understand. can we um—could we save this conversation when we’re in private?” you felt like people were staring. you knew it was all in your head but you couldn’t help how you felt.

aaron simply hums.

“how’s your project going?”

“this new client wants a family portrait. i have a photo of them but im always more comfortable with seeing someone right in front of me. makes the art work feel more natural.”

“have you discussed this with the family?”

you nod. “unfortunately the father is overseas. it sucks but i understand.”

aaron hums. “is that the only project you have thus far?”

“no. actually i have a fur client! aaron. the cat is so cute and fluffy! the owners gonna bring her around in two weeks. she’s a sister of one of the moms i met at jacks school. i haven’t drawn an animal so it’s gonna be new for me. not challenging but very new.”

“i can’t wait to see it. have you gotten anymore calls?”

“yes. i have my card out to plenty of people. especially the parents at school.”

“be careful though, honey. don’t just give your card away to anyone.”

you knew he was protecting you. with the things he’s seen you knew he just wanted you to be safe. you grab his hand and kiss the back of it.

“i will. promise.”

aaron smiles at you lovingly. the two of you continue conversation before you order and your food arrives. you talk about pretty much everything. aaron tells you about his childhood a little. he talks about when jack was born. you both discuss what you’re gonna do when for jacks birthday coming up.

once you finished dinner aaron payed the bill. he grabbed your hand and you both walked out of the building.

aaron opens the passenger door for you. you thanked him before getting in. he walks over to the driver seat. he drives off.

“where to now?”

“hmm? im thinking we should head home. got a little gift for you i left in my room.”

“really? could i get a hint?”

“lets just say you’ll love it.”

“aar?!” you moan dramatically.

“honey?!” he mimics you.

you roll your eyes at him. when you get home you try to beat aaron to the door. he’s quicker though.

he unlocks the door. you’re right behind him. you head upstairs. you let him know you’re going to change. he simply nods his head.

you close your bedroom door and sigh nervously. you get in the shower and clean your body nervously. when you get out you gently run your hands through the lingerie piece. you’ve never worn anything like this before. you never had the confidence to do so.

aaron made you feel confident. you weren’t exactly skinny. you were always on the thicker side. some guys you’ve dated had made it known. two of your ex’s never cared much. they had a bit of a fetish when it came to your weight but the last man you dated made you feel much more insecure.

he’d always comment on your weight gain or the the stretch marks or the cellulite on your thighs and ass. it’s what stopped you from dating for awhile. now you feel completed.

you knew aaron couldn’t have cared any less about your weight. you were still quite nervous. you sigh as you slip on the outfit and grab your robe. you wrap it around yourself as you walk towards aaron’s bedroom. you gently knock.

when he opens the door he was now wearing a simple white t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. he looked beautiful.

aaron smiles. he grabs your hand and walks you in his room. you smile.

“where’s my gift?”

aaron walks over and to his dresser and hands you a small red box. you look at his suspiciously before opening it. you gasped at the necklace.

you remembered telling aaron you’ve never dated in high school. you told him you felt like you missed the whole high school dating experience.

you’ve always wanted the cheesy boyfriend and girlfriend experience. one where you give each other gifts and jewelry. “ive always wanted a necklace with my boyfriends name on it. i know it’s corny but, its romantic.”

you look at the necklace that has his name. you smile hugely. “baby?”

“you like it?”

“i love it!”

aaron grabs the necklace. you move your hair out of the way. he puts the necklace on and clips it. aaron kisses the back of your neck.

“thought id be a little corny.” he states with a smirk. you turn around. giving him the most passionate kiss ever. he kisses you back with equal passion. aaron runs his hands down your back before untying your robe. you shrug it off your shoulders. he steps back and admired you.

you begin the wrap your arms around yourself shyly. aaron moves your hands.

“none of that. you’re beautiful. absolutely stunning.” he whispers.

he gently caress your face. he kisses you gently. he licks the bottom of your lip asking for access. you allow him. he lifts you. you wrap your legs around his waist. he gently sets you down on his bed. he continues to kiss you before he pulls away. he kisses the back your neck softly.

you sigh contently. aaron runs his hands on your body. he gently caress your left boob. he kisses your shoulder before slowly lifting your one piece off. he groans before sucking on your left nipple. you hold him closer. mouth open wide, you’ve never felt so comfortable with another man like this.

aaron finally shift to your other nipple. when he’s finished he lifts his hand and open your mouth. you gently suck on two of his fingers. he rubs his fingers against your cunt. gently getting the fill on you.

“god, you’re so wet. is this for me baby?”

“mhm.”

aaron gently rubs his fingers against your clit. you grunt.

“you want to give up control, sweetheart? want me to dominate you?”

“please?”

aaron slowly slips his his middle finger inside you. “gotta tell me it feels good, baby. let me know how good i make you feel.”

“one more. please?”

aaron obliged. he sticks another finger inside. he starts to fuck you slowly. he kisses you down your body until his face is right near your cunt. he sucks on the inside of your thigh.

“please?”

“please what, baby? tell me what you want exactly.”

“need your mouth, aar. please?”

he hums. aaron gives you a kitten lick. he groans before he dives right in. he sucks on your clit. your body moves side to side. aaron holds you down. he continues to eat you out as if it’s his last meal.

he pulls back slightly. “god, you taste so good. so fucking good, baby.” he dives right back in. you grip his hair. you run your fingers through it.

his tongue felt so good against you. you were so close. he starts to fuck you with his fingers once more. he felt you tighten around him.

“gonna cum?”

“yes.”

“come on then, baby.”

aaron fucks you harder before your legs start to shake. he starts to kiss you.

“aaron?”

“what is it, sweetheart? tell me?”

“want you.”

aaron lifts himself up. he discard his t-shirt and pull his sweatpants off. your eyes widened. you’ve never been with a man as big as aaron. his cock was red and angry. you could see his veins. he stood about eight inches and the girth was pretty thick. you were quite nervous.

aaron kisses you reassuringly. “it’s okay. we can stop right now if you’d like? just gotta let me know.”

you simply shake your head. “don’t wanna stop. just—you’re bigger than i could have imagine.”

aaron gives you a small smile. “i’ll go slow. won’t hurt you.”

he reaches for his bedside and grabs a condom. he opens the packet and slips the condom on.

“you ready for me, honey?”

you nod your head slowly. aaron teases you by rubbing the head of his cock against your slit. you moan softly. he slowly slips the head of his cock inside you. he pushes inch by inch. he kisses you softly as he fucks you gently.

you wrap your arms around him. he swallows your moans as he pulls out of you before pushing into him once more.

“oh, fuck.”

“yeah?”

“please, aar. harder?”

“you want me to fuck you harder baby? how bad do you need it?”

“need it so bad. you feel so good inside me.”

aaron fucks you deeper and rougher. he puts his hand around your neck. you grunt. your eyes rolls in the back of your head.

“god dammit. your pussy is so fucking tight and wet. just so perfect, baby. feels like it’s made for me.”

you’ve never been vocal during sex. but aaron just does something for you.

“was. made just for you, aar. i belong to you.”

“holy fuck! say that again honey.”

“my body and soul belong to you, baby. im yours.”

you swore you can feel him in your belly. you rest your hand down your stomach and your suspicions were confirmed.

“aar.”

“yes, honey?” he grunts into your neck. you grab his hand and place it on your belly. he grunts as he feels his cock.

“you’re so deep, baby. gonna come for you.”

“me too. so close. love your pussy so much. my pussy!”

“yours!”

“i won’t go so easy on you next time baby. right now im making love to your body. treating it like a princess. next time im gonna fuck you, yeah? fuck you like my pretty little slut, yeah? that’s what you want?”

“mhm! want that so bad.”

“good girl. my good little baby. god. wanna come in you next time. wanna go in you raw.”

“want that too! aaron, ‘m coming.”

aaron grunts. “shit! me too. fuck, baby.” aaron cums inside the condom as you cum around him.

he bury’s his head in your neck before slowly pulling out of you.

“i love you, honey.”

“i love you too, baby.”

he wraps his arms around your waist. he kisses your shoulder. aaron runs his fingers up and down your shoulders.

“goodnight, princess.”

“goodnight.”

you fall asleep in aaron’s arms. feeling a piece of happiness and calmness.

so this chapter literally took me all night. i started at like 8:30pm and just finished at 5:44am. yikes! to be fair though i am watching criminal minds at the same time as writing this.

i should head to bed though. i hope you guys enjoy this. next chapter will be the couple telling jack

night babies <3